A/N: Okay yet another strange story rambling inside of my head. The whole thing being based on the episode Human Nature, that the 10th Doctor is now a human named John Smith. So what would happen if he ended up meeting his half-human Time Lord counterpart the 8th Doctor? What would happen? And I thought it might be interesting to have another incarnation of the Doctor bump into his human self. Another note, this is the first time I have written the 8th Doctor, so I hope I am getting his persona right. That and somehow I think the 8th Doctor would fit in perfectly into the setting of 1913. I own nothing of Doctor Who. Just to let you know.

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The Human Relation

The Doctor was traveling through the vortex. Well of course he was traveling through the vortex. Since when was he not? Honestly. He was propped down in a seat, reading H.G. Wells: The Time Machine. He was in his eight incarnation, and for being in his eight incarnation he certainly fancied a lot of reading. Maybe it was because he was half-human. Not that he had planned on being half-human. Ending up part human was something that ended up being a bit of a mistake. When his Seventh incarnation died, his body ended up taking in human containments. When he regenerated, his body took it in and he ended up being christened a half-human Time Lord. Not that he was upset about it, he loved the human race. This was a whole new experience for him, life as being part human. He loved all these new experiences he got when he regenerated. So he took it all in its stride.

Suddenly the TARDIS was acting up once again. "What now!!" He ran over to the control panel. He kept switching various switches on and off. Nothing seemed to help. The TARDIS was talking inside his head again. And he answered vocally, "What do you mean called? By who? Another Time Lord? What?"

The TARDIS was quiet saying nothing and the Doctor kicked it. "Impossible machine." Although, he said those words fondly, after all the TARDIS had saved his life a score of times. It clearly was taking him somewhere he needed to be. But it's denial to tell him much of anything made him a bit frustrated. The TARDIS ended up dematerializing somewhere. Where exactly somewhere was, was left to be seen. He opened the door to his TARDIS and looked around. England. Well that never surprised him any. And judging by it, it looked like the country side. Well this was a perfect place for a holiday. He could even imagine a nice picnic and he wished he had Grace with him. Grace would have liked this. A nice quiet spot out in the country, away from the hectic life of being a doctor, honestly that woman really needed to enjoy life more. She worried so much about saving life; she never considered the fact that life might also be there to enjoy. He heard voices coming down a lane. And he decided to find out who exactly those voices belonged to. A woman and man walking down a country path, the Doctor sighed; they were enamored with each other, that much was clear. He thought about asking them where he was when he heard the woman speak.

"The Doctor is the man you would like to be…"

The Doctor frowned, what in Rassilon's name?

The man responded in kind. There was a bit of a pull from him. A familiarity about him, but when the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the man, it registered him as human. He scratched his head, now he was puzzled.

Then they paused as the man commented about a scare crow being askew. He went over and tied the scare crow properly. He then heard the woman say proudly, "We make such excellent wives."

The two then wandered off down the path. The Doctor was intrigued. He followed after them. He finally caught up with them. "Excuse me….I am sorry to bother you. But could you tell me what year it is?"

The woman looked at him oddly and said, "John, he looks like one of your drawings in your journal."

The Doctor frowned lightly, "Drawings?"

John Smith stated, "Just dreams I have. I may have seen your face somewhere before and it ended up in my journal. What's your name? I may have met you somewhere before."

The Doctor began to say, "I am…" He then paused, maybe it was better not to state who he was. He thought about saying he was John Smith but then didn't the woman say his name was John as well. Honestly, humans, not that he had any right to complain any, he was part human himself. He then said, "I am Doctor Foreman. But I do not believe I have had the opportunity to meet such a charming couple."

The two chuckled lightly. The man stated, "I am John Smith and this is Joan Redfern."

The Doctor froze; he looked at the man again, this time a bit deeper. Who was this man? And how did he manage to go by his name? And it had been intuition that he had decided not to say that his name was John Smith.

Joan spoke, "Doctor Foreman, are you alright?"

The Doctor had to think of something quick and he said, "I am fine, I just happened to have a nephew named John Smith, that's all. I haven't seen him in a long time. I thought…."

John Smith stated, "I…uhh….don't really recall my father or my mother ever speaking of having a brother. Then again…." He paused as if trying to recall something within his mind. "Yes, my mother did mention she had a brother, and I believe his last name was Foreman and he was a doctor."

The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief but it only was replaced with a bit of a frown as well. First this man said his father and mother didn't have a brother, and then the next minute he said he did. It was as if memories were being placed inside this man's head at a whim.

"Maybe you are mistaken."

"No. My mother Verity spoke very highly of her brother Doctor Foreman. But she said that he was always off traveling."

The Doctor gave a bit of a smile, "That sounds like me."

Joan smiled, "John, you never said you had an uncle."

John Smith gave a bit of a shrug and then a smile "I guess it sort of slipped my mind. Maybe that explains why I drew him in my journal. And my dear man, how can you not know what the date is? It's 1913."

"I am just absentminded. I never was really good at remembering dates."

John Smith laughed, "Mother always said you were absent minded." Although inwardly he was confused, since when did he have an uncle? And suddenly he remembered he did have an uncle. Was his mind playing tricks on him? All these strange dreams and now a long lost uncle comes to sees him. Although it did explain one of the pictures in his journal he had drawn. Perhaps his uncle could explain things to him better.